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“I’ll show those bastards,” Milton mumbled, fidgeting with his box. He twisted the last two wires together, deftly tucking them into a small ball of putty. He closed the box and screwed the top on tightly. Stuffing it under his coat, he walked quietly back into the boardroom. “Gentlemen, I have something to say.” “What now, Milton?” Mr. Ratchard sighed. But others weren’t so clueless. “I think he has a gun!” Mary shouted. Edna recoiled, knocking over the water pitcher. George blurted out, “Hey! We’re in the middle of a vote.” Others became panicky and rose from their seats. “Sit down,” Milton said. “Now you’re all gonna listen to me.” An uneasy quiet hung over the room until Mr. Ratchard’s cell phone rang. He glanced down at it and smiled broadly. “Ah, very good, Milton! Ingenious, I must say.”